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Going to the pound, free all my dawgs
Above that shit, so we Above the law
Fuck that talk, don’t fuck with the squad
Supplies to buy the whole fuckin mall
Fuck 9-11, I know just who to call
I’m fuckin ball, just free my damn dawgs
My dawgs from the trap didn’t do crap
Get locked up, like nigga what hap
My dawgs ain’t cats, so they ain’t goin rat
They lock him up, ‘cause he was sellin crack
But like you, he was just tryin to make living
Selling drugs to all the way to steady pimpin
Westside JV, lean in the cup steady sipping
5 deaths, two years yeah we might be slipping
And a lot of us, more of us locked up
Get shot, bleeding call the fuckin trap doctor
The streets are my father, but no foster
No Vader, but it’s still define as a monster
J-Ville streets can’t get no hotter
Can’t count how many we slaughter
Got that lean drink in my damn cup
She say I’m a cheater; Player of the month
But shit, the play-off’s ‘bout to come up
Even Mr. October didn’t really give a fuck
Gotta keep shootin, naw we’ll never be done
And look gangbangin will never be fun
Lookin at the wrong end of the gun